Long years ago, within a distant clime, <br />Ere Love had touched me with his wand sublime, <br />I dreamed of one to make my life's calm May <br />The panting passion of a summer's day. <br />And ever since, in almost sad suspense, <br />I have been waiting with a soul intense <br />To greet and take unto myself the beams, <br />Of her, my star, the lady of my dreams. <br /> <br />O Love, still longed and looked for, come to me, <br />Be thy far home by mountain, vale, or sea. <br />My yearning heart may never find its rest <br />Until thou liest rapt upon my breast. <br />The wind may bring its perfume from the south, <br />Is it so sweet as breath from my love's mouth? <br />Oh, naught that surely is, and naught that seems <br />May turn me from the lady of my dreams.<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-i/
